Coding These To Lukens
MODERN BASEBALL · Holy Ghost 2016 · Track 07 of 11
It's not just what you say Or how you've come so far The words that you repeat When time tears us apart
That smug look on your face When you have something to hide Or at least that's what I think Maybe I'm out of touch You tell me if I'm wrong But you know I'm right
Spit fire Spit blood Spit fast I'm heated I'm sure this won't linger More than it has to
Get out of my way Steadfast I'm Fiending I'm a certain kind of way A certain kind of way, tonight
I know it can't be in my head It must be one of you who keep pulling me aside To chit chat about me, who I am, what the deal is with Who I was once